Arabs have lots of sayings and traditions based around keeping evil away, lots of sayings to prolong the good and shun off catastrophe, illness, or the evil eye of your neighbor’s envy. B'eed alshar ‘anak basically translates to “may this evil always be far from you” and is tagged onto the end of any conversation… Continue reading On wholeness
Mortatality only began to haunt me in a way I could see when I was older, when I had someone to care about and I loved my mother again. Until I was 23, I was at best unaware of the desperate war I’d waged against it: I expected my mom to follow my dad into… Continue reading on dad and dying
I find myself baffled in my defeat, having stayed on guard and defensive for all possible sorts of daddy issued dilemmas, only to be blindsided by a plethora of ideas I hadn’t even considered. Having worked my hardest to find balance against common themes of insecurity and the compensation of male validation in my teenage… Continue reading On parent problems and how you can’t escape them
The mortality and death of one, instantly highlights the limitations and finality of the other. My mother’s actions and presence are a constant taunting reminder of the way time passes unnoticed and one day will sweep her away into memory. Her mothering is ever present in the lacking space of my fathering, and it puffs… Continue reading On parents
I guard my loneliness fiercely, It is the only thing that is only mine.
I fear for my memories of the indian ocean, drying and curling at the edges like the yellowed pages of my favorite book. i fear the helpless sag of the skin around my smile,and, with something to lose, i lie awake marinading in terrorover mental atrocities likewhat to do to accept your mother’s mortality,how to… Continue reading on aging